Boots of the Sky @ Chapter 32 A Night of Horror First Acquaintance

Author: polarisa

Putting away his alien soldiers, Warren opened the door to the cabin and stepped lightly onto the deck. At this time, he was the best person to share happiness with others, so he could only walk around the deck excitedly, watching with interest as the boatmen packed up their clutter. On the deck, cargo had just been traded with several hunting ships, and it was disorganized.

The mainmast of the Dashun had been repaired and had not gone far before standing still, because it had crossed the boundary between the inner and outer seas. Now that the mainsail has been lowered, only the sidesail remains, and the ship is occasionally reoriented, keeping it facing the mainland, facing the boundary between the inner and outer seas. The dividing line between the inland and open seas is very clear, perhaps because the inland sea is diluted by the freshwater washed in, and the water in the inland sea is lighter in color and the outer sea appears slightly deeper. Some people say that if you taste it, you will know that even the taste is different.

Generally, the Dashun only needs to stay on the boundary between the inner and outer seas, raise the flag of Qingyunmen and wait. A medium-sized sailing ship like the Dashun is quite fast, and if the wind is right, it can run smoothly at a speed of eighteen knots, passing through the inland sea of more than 200 nautical miles, and it will take more than five hours. No matter how fast the hunting boat is, it is only about 20 knots, and it takes about four hours to make a trip. If you want to return on the same day, get up early and stay on the road at night, where will you get anything?

There are many prey in the depths of the open sea, and they are also very fierce, and few people dare to go deep. Although there are not many beasts on the edge of the open sea, they are not easy to encounter. Ordinary hunting boats do not have seven or eight days, and it is estimated that there will be no decent harvest. In this way, the role of the transport ship is manifested. Transports usually make a round trip every two days, bringing a large amount of supplies. If the hunting ships in the open sea have too much harvest or not enough supplies, they will look for transport ships to replenish and sell their prey at the same time.

The management of Qingyunfang is open, and no matter where the visitors come from, they are treated with the same enthusiasm. The hunters on the hunting ship have a good impression of Qingyunmen and Qingyunfang, and are very willing to come to Qingyunmen's transport ships to supply or sell goods. Dashun only needs to stay on the boundary line between the inner and outer seas, and can sit and wait for customers to come to the door, and there is no need to go to the open sea to avoid danger. If other transport ships don't want to be robbed of business by Qingyunfang, they can only enter the open sea to find hunting ships, and occasionally they will be attacked by unknown hunting ships, and even get lost and go deeper into the open sea to encounter fierce beasts.

Night is about to fall. Originally, on the sea antenna in the east, there was occasionally a trace of the main peak of Langya Mountain in the undulating waves, as if the float in the sea was hidden or visible, which was one of the bases for the positioning of the sea boat, which had become blurred at this time. The other three sides of the sea are still turbid, and the undercurrent is surging, silently spreading the boundless loneliness.

People who have not lived at sea much, when they encounter such a chaotic landscape, their hearts will be filled with a low and depressed mood, and most people will subconsciously flood with homesickness and confusion. If someone makes a disrespectful remark at this time, it will provoke everyone's bad feelings, and everyone will try to find vent in the abuse and beating each other. Warren's heart was not touched in any way.

In the eighteen years of his life, Warren, who lacked parental love, was like a child abandoned in the desert, surrounded by cold or hunger all the time, making him full of longing and dependence on the love of his fourth father. Now, the fourth father has passed away ten years ago, but he has left him with the belief of self-improvement, like a lamp in the depths of the soul, although there is no dazzling brilliance, nor is there a blazing heat, but in the boundless darkness to try to open a clear and warm, this is a hope that will never be extinguished.

Warren walked around, but found it boring, so he simply went back to the hut to meditate. The excitement made him unable to calm down for a while, so he began to look aimlessly at the bulkheads around him, thinking about whether he had a match or not. Suddenly, Warren remembered something, got up slightly, took out the spirit pen from the bag, and raised his head to carve the pattern on the ceiling of the atrium of the sea cave.

This pattern is far deeper and wider than the pattern of the stone table, but it is not complicated, and Warren is far more familiar with it than the pattern of the stone table, and it will be reconstructed in his mind after a little recollection. In the beginning, the pattern of Warren's burning was as fine as the pattern of the stone table. Reaching into his senses, he immediately returned to the scene around the cabin, but he could not detect the entire ship's surroundings. After thinking about it, Warren engraved a row of patterns again, this time deliberately deepening the strength and the area occupied by the patterns, and once again probed into the divine sense, and sure enough, the monitoring range expanded to the entire area around the ship.

Warren leaned in the corner of the cabin, his mind projected into the surveillance pattern, feeling everything that was happening throughout the ship and around it. The waves gently pushed the ship forward and backward gently, and Warren felt everything very comfortably. It was already dark, and the occasional lighted transport or hunting ship passed by in the distance, and although it quickly disappeared from view, it was easy to spot. Red on the left and green on the right are white, and by looking at the position of the lights of various colors, you can tell whether the boat is heading towards you, or is moving away, or in parallel.

Perhaps Warren is observing the world from the cabin, like a periscope, paying more attention to the changes in the surrounding landscape, but not actively observing the sky overhead. No one on board noticed that in the sky directly above the Dashun, heavy dark clouds were slowly moving, occasionally obscuring the stars, occasionally obscuring the bright moon, and a storm was coming.

Not long had passed, and the crackling raindrops began to beat the hull of the ship violently, giving the quiet world a vivid atmosphere. However, there was more to it than that: the sound of spring thunder began to sound in the sky, and the sea soon drove the hull to shake violently back and forth, and one by one the crests of the waves rose and fell from afar. The captain of the Dashun was very experienced, so that the boatmen braved the heavy rain to raise the half-sail, maintain a slow speed, and controlled the rudder nervously in the helm building, no matter how the crest of the wave surged, he did not dare to deviate the hull a little, and tried to rush the bow of the ship against the crest of the wave.

There were no people standing on the deck, and the two sailmen who controlled the sails tied themselves tightly to the mast with ropes, and withstood the slapping of half of the sails again and again. There was no fixed household in the cabin, and the boatmen and sailors judged the direction, sometimes pushing their bodies against the front, and the next against the rear. And the guards only had to show their skills a little before they stood still.

The bow of the ship broke through the crest of the waves, splashing a foot of seawater back into the hull and deck, and poured into the cabin through the windows and hatches, and soon the water under his feet was full. The boatmen did not bother to stand still, and were busy scooping the water out with buckets. The frequency of the crest swelling is getting faster and faster, and often the bow of the ship has just been lifted by the crest, and the crest of the wave has already surged under the stern. The bow of the ship had not yet fallen, and the crest of the wave had been drawn from under the stern, and the whole hull of the ship fell heavily into the trough of the waves.

The ship's planks slammed against the water, shaking the keel with a terrifying click, and the hatch doors and hatches that had been buckled were shattered as the bolts were broken, and they hit the boatman's body or deck with a dull clattering sound. This time, even the guards fell into a mess, and before they could stand up, they fell down again.

The captain and sail sailor were still trying to control the direction of the bow. However, the direction in which the crest of the wave is coming has been changing slightly without any signs. When the ship was originally stationed, the bow was pointing to the mainland, but now that night has come, the clouds are overhead, and the ship has lost its tools to guide the direction, and no one knows whether the ship is drifting towards the inland sea or the open sea.

The lightning accompanied by the spring thunder illuminated the surroundings of the Dashun. If one observes, one or two frightened sea beasts occasionally show their horns under the surface. Everyone was struggling in the waves, no one cared about anyone, and they didn't value each other's existence.